Aug 16

Three Princesses of Red

On that night there was a feast set forth…

The Three Princesses attended in full regalia,

One from winter’s grove, north of England,
One from the Black Forests of Germania,
And one from the ancient beaches of Silk Asia

Of sacrifice, they spoke,
And wine they drank,
But for blood and gore they lusted.

A little nasty,
A little lisp…

And so began the legacy of
The Princesses of Red…

May 16



I stand on the precipice of catastrophe and miracle, embracing truth and lie, naked and WITHOUT flesh.  A singular question sears my chimera: will I sacrifice myself, unconditionally, passionately, and  compromise, in the name of all of the Gods, to dive through the ocean in your eyes into the vast emptiness inside you, and search for YOU?


And so I abandon myself to the will of all that is, as I manifest that very will itself.


Apr 16

Deeper than breath

She looked down and smiled, “…but don’t you love her?”

“I do.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” She whispered as she looked directly into my eyes with a soft glance grazed by the edge of her hijab.  “She’s an extraordinary soul.”

“I know…”

Jan 16


For all you mavens out there, shall we design an OASIS or a Square, or a Dot in the middle of the sentence, or better yet, a whisper rolling over moss-covered memories of tomorrow?

Shall we mourn the infinite before our birth? whence we came from? the loss of an infinite past like faded photon graphs oscillating between yes and no, as duality and monistic interplay in a heady dance that plays with conscious manifestation?

Let us give brith to a new paradigm, as harbingers of crystal children, at the dawn of a new era.

The Square:


Oct 15

To Scale

The only way to see the truth is to engage.
Shift your perspective to see our civilization in its proper scale…